I occasionally shear down to just the goat but prefer to run mostly wild. My beard is a spectacle to the eye in evening sun. It's Brown, black, blond and a little grey with some red that could be mistaken for copper wire. I always ran the playoff beard when played hockey so now I let it go for hunting season
A few weeks ago with the sun streaming through the sliding glass door one evening my oldest son looks up at me and says, "Dad, your beard is a thing of awesomeness. I think it may be the source of all your powers" I just patted him on the head and told him he would have one too someday, for now he would just have to live with the beard envy!